Ingrid E. Patrick
It was on a bright summer’s day
that an Italian workman crossed a foreman’s way.
He wanted a job very bad,
but the foreman said:
„If you pass the test, I will hire you –
and this is what you will have to do.“
„Without using numbers,
represent the number 9.“
„Withouta numbers?“ the Italian says,
So he draws up just three trees.
The foreman says: „And what are these?“
„Ave you gota no brain?
Tree and tree and tree makes a nine.“
„Fair enough,“ the boss said. „O.K. – fine.“
„The second question will be tough.
Let’s see if you are smart enough
to show the number 99.“
The Italian draws a smudge on each tree.
„Eacha of DA trees is dirty now. Datsa a 99, you see
because it’s dirty tree and dirty tree and dirty tree.“
The boss with a worried look on his face
demands to see 100. The Italian stares into space,
then makes a little mark at each tree’s base.
„Ere you go. One hundred is drawn up by me
A little doga come along and shita by eacha tree.“
„Now you gota dirty tree and a turd,
dirty tree and a turd
and dirty tree and a turd.
Data makea one hundred. Have you heard?“
„So, what you say, whenna I start?“
Italians, they are really smart.
© Patty Patrick
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 27.01.2009.